Autumn's coming

We have had quite a bit of rain over the past couple of days. Not so hard as just regular and most of it has come in the nighttime when we were asleep and unaware of the falling of the drops, but you wake up and the pains of glass from room to room are covered over with a blanket of humidity which distorts the veiw from the dry inside to the wet grass and trees outside. It is still August and so Summer, with almost ten days left of the month before we come into the first week of September, but September is such a deceptive month in Central Georgia because it brings very little of Autumn and a little more as a continuation of Summer. Still, with the coming of school openings and football, it feels in your heart as if it should be Fall, even if it doesn't feel that way in the air.

It must have been fifteen years ago when Dad and I drove up to the farm, taking our shotguns and what not with us, and strode across the fields, looking for doves, or at least the sound of their cooing in the trees. After taking several and bringing them home to Grandmommie to toss out, since there were too few to share, we spent the evening watching Austin Peay attempt to start their season off optimistically.

It was hot and dry in the fields that day, but it cooled off by the beginning of the game that evening and several soldiers attempted to parachute onto the field from above through a thick fog. Fall came to us that evening despite the indifferent comings and goings of the days of heat and the absence of humidity.

Fall will soon be upon us and some respite, other than the ripe peaches and cold watermelons we have enjoyed this Summer. There will be still some time for the pleasurable tartness mixed with sweetness of a blackberry cobbler with vanilla ice cream. Still, I love the approach of Autumn, almost as much as a drive through Meriwether County in late February to see the sunny daffodils spread across the grey and tan straw of Winter. There is something sublime about the changes of seasons. But I love Autumn and Spring the best.